#snuffy the dog

[minimiffy]

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[boinin]

I'm ignoring any further slander of the Ubers match

this chapter, istg

like

this guy

this guy

these 👏👏👏 guys

also

YOU'RE ONE TO TALK

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR TEAM

[nickelodeonshows]

Johnny & Friends: Happy Howl-o-ween 🎃

[wednesdaytonight]

it was nice to be with someone who understood that level of pain, sick in the same way, id gladly have let you destroy me if i wasnt so stubborn about “getting better”being better, i want to be free of these things or at least the sick stickiness of it a perma fixture, i should have been more compassionate the entire time, i think tho

[fanaticsnail]

Warmth

Masterlist Here.

Word Count: 1,500

Synopsis: Sir Crocodile is out for a walk in Arabasta with his pug, and he is stopped by a curious child who desires to pet them. As you, their guardian, approaches, Sir Crocodile is intrigued by your candor.

Themes: Sir Crocodile x gn!reader, mildly suggestive themes, spice hinted but not explicit, you have a child under your care named 'Yarin', Crocodile is a secret softie, the pug has been fan-named 'Esmeralda'.

Notes: I just wanted to write for Crocodile and see where it took me today.

Wandering the streets of Arabasta, leash in hand and peering down at the small creature attached to the end, Sir Crocodile sauntered throughout the dunes. A small, gem encrusted collar circled the neck of the timid pup, its whole body jiggling and shaking with every soft patter and touch.

As the pug puppy sniffed at a round, leafy shrubbery, a small giggle followed a high-pitched shriek of delight. Bounding happily over to both Sir Crocodile and slowly sinking to their knees, a small child sat at the base of his shiney, leather boots.

“Oh my goodness, mister! Your dog is so beautiful!” the little one spoke, Sir Crocodile taken aback by the immediate approach from the child, “May I pet them? What’s their name?”

Clearing his throat, and slowly tucking his golden hook behind his back to not frighten the child, he gently nodded down in affirmation. Immediately, the young child gestured out the backs of their knuckle for the tiny pug puppy to snortle at, waiting until the beast was ready to receive a greeting touch. At the small flicker of a pink tongue catching the child’s hand, they giggle and immediately go to scratching and enthusiastically massaging the tan and brown puppy.

“Her name is Esmeralda,” Sir Crocodile spoke out slowly, his brow arched up as he marveled at the interaction, “Or ‘Ezzy’ when she is behaving herself.” The child repeated the name back to the dog, cooing and preening at them while truly enjoying the soft bristles and snuffy nose.

“Aww, Ezzy is so cute!” they cheer up at him, “My house won't let me have any dogs there. I have always wanted one, but I haven't been able to get one-.”

“-Yarin, just what do you think you're doing?”

The child stiffened, their eyes widened in shock before a smile splits up their lips.

“I'm petting Ezzy!” Yarin calls over their shoulder while smoothing their jowls and squishing their cheeks affectionately.

Sir Crocodile peers up, his dark eyes peering at the approach of a figure rapidly sauntering towards him. He took you in, noticing your fluster and exasperation on your face. Your worn clothes were disheveled, your feet dusted with the sands of Arabasta, and your eyes were swollen with fatigue as if you had not slept for days.

“Is that what you're doing, sweetheart?” you coo down at the small child, “Yarin, I need you to help me with the shopping, okay my love? Say goodbye to your new friend and little Ezzy, and I'll be right over.”

Yarin let out a soft whine before hanging their shoulders and rising to their feet.

“Thank you for letting me pet your dog, mister,” the child expressed up at Sir Crocodile, “I really like Ezzy. I hope you have a nice day.”

“That's a beautiful thing to say, Yarin. Off you go now,” you encouraged, gesturing for them to go back towards town. Waiting until they were out of sight, you turned to the eight-foot tall, hulking mass of a gentleman clad in embellishment and wealth. Your eyes met with his, your own smile mirroring the child he allowed to pet Esmeralda with an easy elevation.

“I appreciate you humoring Yarin, sir,” you indicate with a polite bow, “There is not much joy found in a child’s life these days, and animals are truly a delight.”

“That they are,” he responded in kind. Esmeralda resumed snorting at the leaves by his feet before sitting on the yellowed sand. “Are you the child’s guardian?”

“That I am,” you again nod to him. His interest was piqued now, watching how you easily expressed your formalities with a learned politeness.

“Your landlord will not allow pets where you're staying?” he asked curiously, stilling his golden hook behind his back to shield it away from you. You narrow your eyes and quirk your head in response, attempting to read his intentions behind his question.

“No, sir. My landlord is quite controlling of his properties, to which I partially agree with.” You respond in kind, “I cannot hang a single picture frame of my family without the approval of the lord of Arabasta.” Your smile remains on your face as you now again to him, “If you'll excuse me, I must return to Yarin and ensure the groceries are handled appropriately. May you and your darling puppy, Esmeralda, have a pleasant day, sir.”

Finally turning to return to the small child, Sir Crocodile calls out softly after you. “May you and your child have the day of warmth you have blessed mine with.”

This stops your haste, turning briefly to gift him with another soft smile in gratitude to the well wishes he expressed. In lieu of the bored grimace he constantly held on his features, he reflected that warmth back onto you with a smile of his own.

This is where the unlikely friendship began between yourself and Sir Crocodile, the lord of Arabasta, landlord of your small cottage, and your current employer. Whatever you or your child needed, Sir Crocodile was the benefactor to your desires. That small kindness from a child that was not fearful of him, who saw Esmeralda before they noticed the scar splitting his face, or the hook embedded in his sleeve, became a treasured memory in his growing infatuation with you.

Lavish gifts of scholarships and school uniforms for Yarin, a new uniform for your employment beneath him, and sporadic gifts that depicted his adoration for you became a regular occurrence. Where you saw a man who cared for his employees and their families, he saw a lengthy courtship where he had an opportunity to express his kinder side. Sir Crocodile loved you, and he was happy for his romance to remain unrequited while you raised your child alone.

You never reciprocated or demonstrated your own infatuation for him, fearing you were reading into his luxurious gifts where only friendship was found. Instead, you were gracious and accepting of the comradery and rapport you found with one another. Organizing his life, ensuring he was cared for in health, and providing him with an ear to vent his frustrations was all you could offer him. This was enough for both of you, Yarin visiting your office after school to complete their homework with Miss All-Sunday, and you sitting at your desk and scheduling Sir Crocodile’s appointments.

Whatever life you fled from was smoke and forgotten memory, the new family found in an unlikely place solidified your loyalty to the lord you served.

This was enough for the both of you.

Until it wasn't.

It didn't take much prompting to land yourself on the knee of Sir Crocodile, lips colliding in a messy oscillation of need and lust. The passionate exchange continued from his office towards his bed chambers, both of you silently thanking the care Miss All-Sunday took to watch over your child while you found yourself entangled in Crocodile’s bedsheets. Flesh to flesh, heart to heart: you were his, and he was yours in each slow movement and passionate touch throughout the evening.

Morning flooded the room at the shift of curtains, the dunes of Alabaster contrasting over the horizon as breakfast was brought to the both of you.

Neither of you discussed the shift in your relationship, although his subtle lean into you and brush of his head against yours spoke volumes more than you could admit. Love, true and rich, was in the movement of his embrace with you. Breaking the silence, you turned to him and peered up at his warm gaze.

“Did you know then that this was where I would be?” Your hands found his chest, gently raking the tufts of hair donning his broad torso. Crocodile drew down his right hand to eclipse yours. Raising your knuckles to his lips, he kept eye contact while he kissed your skin.

“No,” he confessed with a twitch in his smile, “But I did know how I felt for you in that moment.”

“How did you feel for me?” you asked carefully, your smile beginning to tug up your features and elevated the swell of infatuation in your chest.

“That your warmth would ignite my blood with your presence, filling my cold heart with hope and joy as my dog gave to your child,” he whispered, releasing your hand and cupping your cheek, “And that I needed you cared for, in any capacity. Whether we were to be friends, or lovers, I craved that for you.” He drew you up to him, gently placing his lips to your forehead and stilling his breath with your own.

You arched away from his lips to your head, motioning up to press your lips slowly against his. Whatever lust there was prior, love consumed it. Lips moving softly and soothingly against one another, you found your peace in the arms and bed of the crocodile. The only thing that broke you out of your mesmiration with one another was the sound of a puppy’s bark and a high-pitched giggle of Yarin outside the door.

“We should get up,” Crocodile whispered against your lips, traveling his deep kiss down to your neck, “And see to Yarin and Esmeralda.” You nodded in response, hastily turning your head and claiming a more intentional kiss from Sir Crocodile before you allowed yourself permission to withdraw from his side.

As you tugged your attire over your body, he admired the litter of his lust that clothed your flesh. Each kiss marring your skin in a heart-shaped bruise showcased how deeply he loved you. As you spoke with Yarin outside the door, he honed in on your voice and your inflections.

He truly didn't know what to expect back then, walking his dog himself in the square. Whatever he had desired to achieve, he acquired something far sweeter than he hoped for.

He had you.

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[onceonafullmoon]

How abt some don lorenzo x fem reader headcanons👀(sfw)

Or bllk characters with a short s/o

(Including lorenzo🙏)

I think the hardest part of being with Lorenzo has to be initially catching his attention

See, he’s always been the type of guy to evaluate someone based on not necessarily price, but value when he looks at them

Not saying that you necessarily have to be rich of course, but you have to catch his attention in some way

Whether that be carrying yourself in an confident way, standing out by wearing something bold or just by being a little bit strange, all of these are ways to attract his attention

He’s also the type of person to be attracted to more charitable people, people who are open minded and people who tend to be more responsible

You’d probably meet him either at a club, a sports banquet or a mall

Anyways, however he finds you, you’ll find that he’s very… eccentric with how he attempts to get close to you

Not to say that he’s creepy about it or anything, just very surprisingly open about himself 

Like after a few meetings with light hearted banter you’d find yourself talking about your greatest insecurities and fears without batting an eye, and you’ll find yourself listening intently as he tells you about his past

He’s just surprisingly easy to talk to, and you find it easy to relax around him

After that, you find that yourself fast friends with him, and he’ll come over often to hang out with you to watch movies, listen to your trauma dumps or even just chill

It definitely doesn’t start out as romantic at first, despite the mutual physical attraction between you two

It’s not until one day where you’re sitting on your couch with him, when you’re making commentary about the movie that you watching, that he looks over at you and, really sees you

You’re rambling, eyes on the screen and tucking your hair behind your ear, and then it just kinda hits him, how there’s no one else he’d rather be with in these quiet moments than you

And that's when he starts trying to catch your attention

You won’t really notice at first, but you’ll eventually see that he insists on paying for you almost all the time, getting you gifts and getting more touchy with you

And you’ll try to refuse his ways of spoiling you at first, because you feel bad about using his money, but he’ll get this really pouty look on his face that you can’t refuse

And it takes you a while, but one day when you both are in a mall, hanging out, you’ll see him spend his money to buy a crying child their favorite dessert, and it’ll just click for you

You like him

And normally you’d be hesitant to tell him, but you know he’d never judge you, and you have an inkling that he likes you too, so you confess

And naturally his reaction to this information is to… start barking like a dog?

Yeah, you would’ve been weirded out if you didn’t know him so well, and you can tell he likes you too by the way he presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek

And that’s how you start dating

As a boyfriend his spoiling tendencies don’t stop, in fact, they get even worse, much to your exasperation

You also find yourself rendered immune to whatever bullshit he usually says/ does that usually weirds other people out

Movie date nights!!!

And you know damn well that he’s got the best taste in snacks (the both of you go to the grocery/convenience store before these dates)

Eventually, he’ll also introduce you to Snuffy as his significant other, and you’ll feel a warm spark inside as he proudly shows you off

And when he steps away for a moment, Snuffy will tell you how grateful he is that Lorenzo could meet someone like you

And you’ll just smile and shake your head, because you think you were luckier to meet someone as understanding and non judgemental as him

[aesterblaster]

Bad Dogs Can Learn New Tricks

Which Blue Lock Characters Have Gone To Therapy, In My Humble Opinion. (+ Who Desperately Needs To But Hasn't + Who Might In The Future)

Warnings: Some spoilers for way past the U-20 Arc, also not an extensive list of characters, honestly kind of funny. I wasn't trying to be TOO serious

Songs: Falling Behind / Laufey , The Main Character / Will Wood , Nothing's New / Rio Romeo

Has Gone To Therapy And Loves Their Therapist Gang

-Anri, There is no way she is able to have that much patience and take that much shit from corporate without having a therapist. I think she uses like 1/5th of her paycheck on books about improving your life and stuff like that LMAO. Her therapist is also a woman so it helps her to have someone who understands her frustrations with not really getting credit despite being one of the founders of Blue Lock. Also sometimes she gets worried she's unethical towards the boys so that weighs on her.

-Kenyu, Look it's still in progress ok? He was just starting before he came to Blue Lock. Once he realized he was going to lose his vision he started working with a professional and found it really helpful. In fact they were the one who encouraged him to go after Blue Lock in the first place. One of the reasons he was so quick to say sorry to Isagi is because he has those #coping skills.

-Gagumaru, After having a run in with a bear in the woods he kept having nightmares and his parents made him go to therapy. Well it was kindddd of therapy..it was a hippie who's a family friend. That doesn't mean he doesn't know grounding techniques. He even taught Naruhaya how to calm down from a panic attack once. But yeah, he doesn't really tell people that he went to therapy

-Snuffy, After his best friend's death he went to therapy ASAP. The type to only call his therapist once every 5 months and still have a rock solid relationship with them. His therapist helped him break his womanizing habit and realize that he's enough all on his own. 100% did some soul searching and stepped away from the scene. He also combined the therapist with a personal trainer to really max out his healing process. 100/10 dude for it.

"I Have Gone To Therapy And It Didn't Work" Crew

-Chigiri, Similar to Kenyu, his parents thought he might need some mental health help after the trauma of thinking he'd never be an athlete again. But he was one of those cold shoulder my mom is forcing me to do this cases. He never actually worked through what he might do if this whole thing falls through. Also snarkiness 100, his therapist almost quit because he was so insulting to them. Chigiri just felt ashamed that his parents even thought he should go in the first place and convinced his sister to also beg them to stop taking him lmao.

-Isagi, Okay at some point his parents realize he takes faliure wayyy too hard and tried to get him in therapy. When he talked to the therapist though the dude was like "Yeah, he's just competitive. Nothing wrong here." Alas, he's been masking for so long that he's incapable of revealing his issues to anyone who hasn't known him for 3 years or plays sports with him. Also, he convinced himself he doesn't need it and then idly imagines just going apeshit and killing his enemies to cope with stress...like bro...

-Noa, Why do you think he gets along with Isagi? All jokes aside, his PR people probably asked him to do it and he went and then secretly never went back. It honestly didn't work because he wasn't willing to give it a chance. And still isn't!!!! Would rather backflip off of a yacht than tell someone in a lounge chair about how growing up in intense poverty still haunts him sometimes, makes him question his worth and avoid conflict in day to day life. Sometimes he wonders if one day he'll wake up and find out it was all a dream....But nah he doesn't need therapy!

-Oliver, He was soooo close to actually getting his mental health in check but then his therapist retired. After that he got another really seasoned one and saw the amount of case files in his desk and just felt like a straight up burden. One of those "other people have it worse" and "it is what it is" guys. He's very open about his emotions and feelings so he just talks to his friends when he's really struggling. (Even though Sendou never says the right things-) Like yeah it's their job but why bug these nice people when sex?? Why talk about issues in sessions when he can get drunk or go train for 4 hours??? Riddle him that?

The "I Need Therapy And I Know It" Team

-Ness, He has so many fucking issues. Honestly, despite his devout worship of Kaiser he does realize that his behavior isn't quite healthy or normal. Dude tries to show you a funny video on his phone and all of his ads are for Betterhelp. Genuinely trying to figure out a diagnosis. Yes he has looked up all sorts of personality disorders and no he doesn't think he has any of them (He has at least two). But again, Ness is self aware enough to know that some help or someone to talk to who sees him as an actual human being would be nice.

-Niko, He cannonicaly describes himself as very very introverted and nerdy, also he hides his face. Tell me you were bullied in school or at least had an extremely traumatizing incident without telling me. Kind of never had anyone, just people who hung around because of his soccer skill or avoided him like the plague. He is that guy who will rant about "society" online for hours and fantasize about moving to a different country thinking he'd get better treatment there. Cripplingly lonely and self conscious at the end of the day, in all honesty. Also he genuinely wants a therapist but just can't afford one.

-Hiori, Obviously his parents are the ones who stop him. He tries to go and his mom realizes where he's making her drive him and swerves off. Even when he gets his license, you just know they're tracking everywhere he goes. He doesn't have enough privacy to really get better like that, Hiori has to wait until he moves out. Still genuinely fucked up by the fact that Gagumaru has gotten therapy and he hasn't. Just listens to emo music and plays video games and pretends that that fixes everything. He's totally releasing a top-selling book about his horrible childhood after Blue Lock.

-Bachira, Is he outgoing and silly? Yes. Does he need better coping skills? Also yes. Men will tell you the most horrible and traumatizing childhood memories about getting jumped and then laugh it off, and it's him, Bachira is men. He ties to brush off his trauma with humor but it never really works. He knows that he genuinely needs to talk to someone other than Isagi or his mom about the Monster and how it was by his side for so long. But also never goes through with getting professional help, just thinks about it sometimes.

The "What's Therapy? Fuck You!" Group

-Kaiser, Oh god, don't even suggest it to him. I headcannon that mental illness kind of runs in his family. He's watched family members be taken away for being too out there and openly mentally ill so he has a reason to not trust doctors. Just associates therapy and things like it with abusive institutions. If he told a therapist all of his issues, he'd probably be sent to a psyche ward. Just the threat of being sent there single handedly kept him from killing himself or talking about his feelings when he was younger. He will continue to just be slightly abusive to the people around him thank you very much.

-Ego, Bro's got the government banning him from soccer and you think he's thinking of therapy? When Anri tells him he needs it offhand, he's like, revenge is my therapy. Insane as fuck but thinks that it's a good thing. He is not willing to talk about his issues to anyone, but especially not someone who will write it all down. Genuinely ruined a few relationships in his past because the main people he attracts are the "I Can Fix Him" people and it just never works. Suprisingly unself aware for how much he analyzes others.

-Barou, His main issue is just shame and failed gifted kid syndrome. But as soon as he's back up he's convinced he doesn't need help. Barou suffers from really high highs and really low lows but he also has the mental fortitude to handle it. He is a well adjusted and kind enough person outside of the soccer field so he never considers that he needs therapy. When he feels bad about himself he hits the gym but he's never really opened up to anyone and he sure isn't going to start once he gets more famous. Especially when he's seen as one of the best right now, can't risk his reputation.

-Rin, He's would rather gut himself with a sword than admit that his mental illness doesn't make him a cool loner wolf and just a lonely person who hasn't healed his inner child. Kind of just wants someone to baby him and tell him everything's going to be alright but in the mean time his barriers are up 24/7. He disdains therapy, thinks that he'd just be seen as a pay check and he kind of isn't wrong. Rin would rather pay money for expensive cleats than spend it for someone to suggest him breathing exercises. He also had a traumacore phase, but he'd rather not talk about it.

[sleepiestdreamer]

Mutt and Snuff NPTs :

Names —

Hound , Gore , Guts , Pupperz , Blood , Killzer , Bait , Grisly , Gruesome , Mongrel , Cur , Mangy , Causality , Victim , Brood , Deathie , Deathz , Organz , Snuffie , Shiver , Blade , Vio , Sickly , Prey , Sufferesse , Tyke , Adi , Arrow , Bizzy , Dagny , Dagger , Dario , Dingo , Enzo , Fozzy , Gizmo , Kip , Killian , Miyu , Motzi , Murray , Nyko , Pip , Rascal , Rico , Scampi , Scruffy , Tribble , Talon .

Pronouns —

Blood/bloodsoaked , Violent/violence , Gore/gory , Snuff/snuffs , Bark/barks , Mutt/mutts , Pup/pups , Paw/paws , Drip/dripping , Death/deaths , Murder/murdered , Victim/victims , Sniff/sniffs , Dog/dogs , Mix/mixed , Yip/yips , Tail/tails , Ear/ears , Cry/cries , Yell/yells , Scream/screams , Pain/pained , Torture/tortured , Rip/ripped , Hunt/hunted , Capture/captured , Suffer/suffers , Wound/wounds .

Titles —

The wounded mutt , The tortured mongrel , The streets dog , [prn] who was killed , The snuffed dog , The victim of the video , [prn] who was a star , [prn] who barked and cried , [prn] who is blood soaked , [prn] who suffers , The tortured pup , [prn] who lays in their own blood , [prn] who was recorded and killed , [prn] who was a victim , The mutt lost to the blade , The bloody star , Blood covered victim , The suffering puppy .

[eind-goed-al-goed]

Dutch peculiarities: Miffy/Nijntje

Since I know Tumblr absolutely loves Miffy (we call her 'Nijntje' in Dutch), I figured it would be fun to talk a bit more about the character. Like many other Dutch people of my age, I grew up watching her cartoons.

First her name 'Nijntje' is a shortening of the Dutch word for little bunny/rabbit ('konijntje'). Her age is somewhere between a baby and 4 years old.

The first Miffy book was already produced in 1955, and 4 television series and even a movie have followed. Though most Dutch people might know the character mostly through the easy read books read in kindergarten. The last book was published in 2009.

Like Miffy, most names of the other characters are literal in Dutch. Here is a short list of the other characters and their Dutch names;

Snuffie (dog, literally 'sniff')

Vader en moeder pluis (parents, literally 'fluff')

Opa en oma pluis (grandparents)

Boris en Barbara Beer (bear, friend)

Betje Big (pig, friend)

There are also children's songs made. Some of my favourites;

Titlesong - Nijntje, lief klein konijntje

Ken jij Boris Beer?

Ken jij de seizoenen?

Dans mee met Nijntje

[monkayemporor]

“I didn’t want this!”

Synopsis: fem!Lorenzo (aka possum) and her parent 😱😱😱

Cw: Talks of plastic surgery + reader doesn’t like Lorenzo (at first)

Featuring: Fem!Lorenzo and Gn!Reader

Wc: 660

NOTES: I SWEAR IM WORKING ON EVERYTHING ELSE (lie)

“I’m gonna get plastic surgery.”

“Excuse me?”

Looking up from your phone, you were faced with Donna Lorenzo. And her usual shit-eating grin. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve indulged her, but this wasn’t a normal situation. Considering how she wasn’t even supposed to be here.

A few weeks ago, your friend Snuffy had dropped off some kid at your doorstep, explaining how she wanted you to take care of her. Of course, you had vehemently refused. And could anyone blame you? This girl looked like…well something. A freak would be the proper term. 

Rotten teeth, terrible hygiene, and her overall eccentric personality. You were so sure that you wouldn’t be able to deal with her. And what was Snuffy’s excuse? That her job as a pro would keep her too busy. 

“Can’t you just…I don’t know…buy her an apartment or something? You have a shitload of money!”, you had pleaded, but Snuffy had explained she didn’t want to leave Lorenzo alone. 

Sure, you could’ve refused. And if it had been anyone else, you would’ve. But this was Snuffy, your dearest friend. So, against your better judgment, you took Donna Lorenzo in. 

Living with her though, was certainly an…experience. From following you around your place, messing with your stuff, barking like a dog, and mooning over the weirdest boys on your computer. 

“Isn’t he just the best?”, she asked, an image of some gothic-looking boy open on the screen. 

Sipping on your coffee, your nose wrinkled, “Ew. No. Just no.”

Just what was wrong with her?

And now you were here, with Lorenzo proclaiming that she was going to get plastic surgery. 

“So, you want bigger boobs? I thought those were like bad for football or something.”, you said, clearly confused. Lorenzo shook her head and sat next to you, a bit too close for comfort though. 

“Nah, I just wanna get rid of something.”

Vague. You momentarily wondered if you should push for more info. But why bother? She was old enough to get one and it wasn’t like you were the one paying for it.

But…

What would Snuffy say? She would probably want you to ask. Sighing, you placed your phone on the table and looked Lorenzo in the eye.

“Just what exactly do you want to get rid of?”

Silence suddenly filled the space and you noticed the defender avoiding your gaze. Odd.

“Well…”, you trail off, trying to find the right words to say as the teen girl perks up. “You’re not that bad looking. So I don’t see why you need to get plastic surgery.”

Lame. That was the best you could do? Screw it. You never wanted kids in the first place.

Instead of Lorenzo mocking you though, she simply laughed, showing off the golden grills you very much hated. “I’m not sayin' that it was terrible, but it was!”

In defeat, you slumped on the couch. Screw Snuffy. But just as you were about to leave the room, Lorenzo suddenly spoke up.

“Still…thanks…”

Well, now this was awkward. What were you supposed to say? No problem? Nahhh. 

“You’re cute looking—like a possum!”, you suddenly blurted out. Why were you doing this?! Just why?! The younger girl tilted her head, “Possum? Ya, mean those ugly rat things?”

“They are not ugly!”

“Are too. And that means you're calling me ugly!”

“Stop putting words in my mouth!”

Arguing with Donna Lorenzo turned out to be quite tiring. And at the end, you were laying on the couch, side-eyeing her, “Look. Just, don’t do it. You’re perfectly fine. And you may be kinda gross, you’re not that gross to need plastic surgery.”

It was quiet for a couple of minutes, you staring up at Lorenzo as she stared right back. Her shit-eating grin was visible, “Dah, fine~”

“Oh.” You weren’t expecting her to listen. Now what? Do you just leave? Or…

“Am I still a possum though?”, Lorenzo asked.

“Definitely yes.”

“You’re weird.”

“Look who’s talking.”

[milaisreading]

Crossdresser!Yn AU being oblivious, maybe:

Kaiser: You know, your hair is very soft today.

CD!Yn: Thanks.

Kaiser: We should definitely talk about the hair care you have over a dinner. Just the two of us.

CD!Yn: I will tell you that now. What do you need a dinner for?

Kaiser: I-

*Noa, watching them in the distance*

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*Loki, watching Charles try to flirt*

Charles: Dude! Like, your physique is out of this world!

CD!Yn: Ehm? It really isn't-

Charles: We should talk about your training while we visit Paris together :3

CD!Yn: We have a gym here. I can show you that now.

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*Lavinho and Chris looking between each other and back at Otoya and Nagi*

Otoya: It's a crime you are not dating anyone.

CD!Yn: But, Chigiri-san and I-

Otoya: Fake dating doesn't count! Anyway, I will gladly take you out of that misery and be your-

Nagi, covering Otoya's mouth: No, I will. Don't listen to this cheater!

Otoya: Aren't you too lazy to brush tour teeth?!

CD!Yn: Why do you both want be my wingmen? And Nagi, I didn't know you knew girls

Nagi:????

Otoya: I will jump.

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Snuffy: Hm?

Barou: Why do you smell so weird?

CD!Yn: I got a new perfume from Chigiri-san. She said the smell would suit me.

Barou: I still think I can get you a better perfume

CD!Yn: Thanks. But this one is already good enough. Even better than that.

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Snuffy: The boy is so oblivious

Noa: Let him be. He just has football in his head.

Chris: Easy for you to say! Nagi looked like a kicked dog the whole day.

Lavinho: I had fun teasing Otoya! So I am glad about it

Loki: Someone has to tell him, but that won't be me

[merlucide]

After a while of debating and making accusions, the gf fc members and the bluelock-ers decided that everyone would do whatever they want, something kira and rin didn't like because of their experience in these things. @sharkissm decided that she would go look for Charles and @pupsndpaws and right after otoya went with her, when they got to the second floor, they looked for them and when they found Charles and pawpaw, they were sleeping peacefully on the guests bedroom and otoya decided that he would stay with them so he could take care of them, something oki didn't like, but she let him do it.

Oki went down the stairs and found that there were less people on the first floor now. @kuro-min said that Yukimiya and Hiori went down to the basement together to try to turn on the power circuit, but they haven't returned since, so she went downstairs to the basement to look for the both of them, only to find their dead bodies and snuffy too. She gasped and ran back to the first floor to tell what she saw.

@luvingshidou was sleeping on @kuro-min shoulder now, but oki knew that if she woke up she would start crying again, so she silently told chelle about what she saw, tears flooding on her eyes and chelle gasped at the news, completely shocked too.

Who would be the assassin's next victim? And who could they be??

WHAT

NO?!?!!! THIS ISNT HAPPENING RN

😭😭😭

DONT KILL EM

NOOOOOOOOOO

:(((

WE HAVE TO FIND THE KILLER.

ILL RELEASE MY DOG @pupsndpaws TO MUAL THEM

[haveyouseenthis-childhoodshow]

Have you seen this childhood show: Miffy and Friends (2003-2007), Netherlands and United Kingdom (Dutch and English)

Commentary/Context/Memories: No user commentary.

[Mod A: I have definitely seen parts of this show on Treehouse TV! It’s such a charming show, partly because rabbits were one of my favourite animals as a kid! It was about a rabbit named Miffy, her friends (mainly bears and pigs), and her dog Snuffy going about their daily lives. This show is like Maisy, as the animals didn’t talk, so there was a narrator (Cyd Vandenberg, who is actually Canadian!). While the crossed out mouth is a little odd to look upon now, I don’t mind that as a kid. I’m also surprised at how many shows I loved were stop-motion when I didn’t know they were (even though it’s one of my favourite animation genres). I remember the sledding/winter episodes the best, they were always very comforting to me!]

[maochira]

i was tryna see what you answered for lorenzo but no one asked you yet so pls do him 🙏🙏

Lorenzo my beloved <3

Sexuality: acespec panromantic

Gender: unlabeled and he doesn't really care about pronouns and the way he's seen. Outside of Blue Lock he wears stuff like skirts and dresses

OTP: Lorenzo x Satoshi (OC)

BROTP: Barou

NOTP: Snuffy

Random headcanon: he has dog chew toys and sometimes chews on them when he's stressed

General opinion: he makes me insane in the best way possible. Could think about him for hours

[rowlfthedog]

There are more in there. I know I missed people, but I stopped once I noticed I got past a hundred (Zoot makes 102). I stuck these in an alphebatizer real quick, but I could not think of a Muppet for X...

Abby Cadabby

Animal

Apollo Pajanimals

Baby Bear

Baby Natasha

Baskerville the Dog

Beaker

Beauregard

Bert

Big Mean Carl

Bobo the Bear

Boober Fraggle

Bunsen

Cantus Fraggle

Clifford

Constantine

Convincing John

Cookie Monster

Count Von Count

Cowbella Pajanimals

Denise the Pig

Digit

Dodos from Follow that Bird (all 4 of them)

Dr. Teeth

Dr. Van Neuter

Edwin Pajanimals

Elmo

Ernie

Floyd Pepper

Fozzie Bear

Frank Oz Muppet

Gobo Fraggle

Gonzo the Great

Gramps

Grover Monster

Grundgetta

Guy Smiley

Happy Yellow Creature

Henrietta (The Chicken)

Hugga Wugga

Iggy Wiggy

Irvine

J.P. Grosse

Janice

Java

Java Again (baby)

Jim Henson Muppet

Joe the Janitor

Johnny Fiama

Julia Autism

Junior Gorg

Kermit the Frog of course

King of the Universe

Lenny the Lizard

Lew Zealand

Lips

Ma Bear

Mahna Mahna

Mean Mama

Miss Piggy

Mokey Fraggle

Muppet Newsman (That is his name)

Nephew (Rowlf’s Nephew)

Nigel

Oscar the Grouch

Pepe

Prairie Dawn

Queen of the Universe

Red Fraggle

Rizzo the Rat

Robin the Frog

Roosevelt Franklin

Rosita Monster

Rowlf the Dog

Sal Minella

Sam Eagle

Sclrapp Flyapp

Scooter the Gofer

Skeeter the. Twin Sister

Snowth 1 from Mahna Mahna

Snowth 2 from Mahna Mahna

Snuffy

Sprocket the Dog

Squacky Pajanimals

Statler

Summer the Penguin

Swedish Chef

Sweetpea Sue Pajanimals

Telly Monster

Uncle Deadly

Uncle Traveling Matt

Waldorf

Walter

Wanda

Wayne

Wembley Fraggle

Wilkins

Wontkins

Yolanda the Rat

Yorick (the All-Consuming Skull)

Zoe Monster

Zoot

[deerangle3]

Can you write headcanons about us bringing Lorenzo into your garden and then we get the hose and shoot water at him so he finally gets cleaned (Zantetsu and Karasu are there as well)

JAA MAANNN

we lure him to my house by promising him gold ingots, saying they're hidden underground in the garden

he goes digging for them and as he starts, we get the hose and SPRAY HIM DOWN WITH IT SO HE CAN FINALLY GET RID OF SOME OF HIS GREASE

mao would cheer and wheeze and caught up a bunch of mini barous

karasu and zantetsu would be laughing because this deranged lanky man dogging through my garden, getting hosed down wouod be hilarious.

he would try lunging at us or something and chew at our feet but mao would calm him by promising him fries

he'd look like a wet dog

karasu would film it cuz heehee funny.

after that we would get a bunch of hair dryers and blow dry him (dog)

"so where are my gold ingots?"

"uhhmm, there aren't any..."

"FUCK YOU, IM TELLING SNUFFY!"

ooc but funny